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How could he, the heir prince, be bound like this? He had been Named! He was Darth Vader! He would one day lead his people!
And yet now he was strapped to a table?
Vader jerked his body this way and that, but the thick leather straps kept him snuggly on the table. He growled and his nostrils flared. He had been caught by those pathetic Coruscanti and dragged down here into some deep basement. The place smelled of blood and death and strange herbs. He could also smell his kind, the Jeh’dai, here. The Coruscanti, the humans, called them the Sith. It was a curse in the old language when the two races were unified. A Sith was a traitor, scum, and the lowest form.
He snarled.
Those disgusting humans. They were the ones who had betrayed the pact first. It was their greed and complex sense of superiority that caused them to turn. They said the Jeh’dai were their lessers. They were too primitive and animalistic. The humans were just more evolved. Such a thought made him snort. He had never met a human who outmatched a Jeh’dai. The Jeh’dai were a mixture of humans, animals, and the spirit Force of nature. They were the ones with strong and graceful bodies and their superior senses such as sight and smell.
The only annoying thing the humans had that Jeh’dai did not, was the Great Blessing, an annoying magical power that could easily subdue Jeh’dai. Luckily, only a select few could wield it. Unluckily, facing off far too arrogantly against two of them was how Vader had ended up in this situation. Though perhaps he was a bit lucky. The stupid humans did not know they had captured the prince, but he did debate if he should reveal himself.
The Coruscanti humans were doing some sort of experiments on Jeh’dai war prisoners.
They were once a unified people. Jeh’dai and humans. But then things started to shift. It was small and barely noticeable. Snide comments about the Jeh’dai, excluding them from events, creating human-only spaces, and then preventing them from any prestigious positions or jobs as humans were just better suited for it. Years turned into decades and the Jeh’dai had become enslaved to the humans. The humans reveled in their new position, something they held on to for a good two centuries until the Jeh’dai could take no more. The humans unleashed untold horrors on their Sith slaves. Abused, tortured, raped, mutilated, and killed would be wording the crimes lightly. The Sith were forced to live in horrible conditions often in sewers or among the trash. Even the more privileged ones owned by rich nobles, their quarters were cold muddy pits in the basement or out in the yard. They were barely given necessities and rarely clothed as the humans loved showing off their pets. The strong muscled bodies of Jeh’dai alphas were especially liked by the noble ladies. Alpha pit fights were common, where alphas were thrown into a pit with an omega in heat in a cage nearby. The alphas had to fight each other to death while their hormones raged. It would end with the alpha mating the omega to a roaring crowd.
But the humans became too fat and greedy. Why send humans to war when they had such fine warriors in their Sith? Why clean and maintain your house? That was a job for the lowly Sith. Humans, even the most pathetic, were far above such things. They deserved to live in luxury, which ended abruptly in a burst of violence. A Sith leader arose. He worked as a guard for a high ranking noble. He had seen the horrors done to his people. Seen Sith bodies impaled on steaks outside every noble’s manor. It was fashionable to show off what happened to misbehaving Sith. He watched as chains were fashioned around their necks and they were dragged behind carriages forced to run behind until they mistepped and crashed to the ground. They would then be dragged behind the carriage leaving a bloodied trail through the streets. Then other Sith were forced to go out and clean up, as humans did not like the smell or the vermin it attracted.
He had seen omega breeding farms. Omegas were kept in stables like livestock and were forced to bear litter after litter. Their pups would be taken and sold off. He had seen so many of his kind die. It was rare for their kind to make it to old age. They often died young, and it was almost always caused by human hands.
At first the man did nothing but grumble amongst his fellow Sith guards about the humans, but he had a different way with words. The others grew silent and let him talk more and more. They told others about it and encouraged them to listen to him. It wasn’t easy to avoid human detection, but they did. And those that heard took his words elsewhere until they spread and spread. The man was not unaware of this. He realized what power this gave him and at the same time realized the fatal flaw the humans had created for themselves. So the word spread. The Jeh’dai would be Sith no more. Wait for the day. Wait for the time. And attack.
The date was set for Centaxday the 34th in the Year of 1481, which was five years away when the man first started the rumor. But he wanted to make sure he gave his message enough time to pass around and for his people to get ready. There was that risk of exposure, and while historians can now point to a few spots when humans did learn of the impending revolt, they never acted on it, always thinking it was fanciful rumors. The Sith could never rise up, but they did.
House servants, sex slaves, one who worked at the toilets and in the sewers, the guards and militia, and even the children turned on their masters that day. The first used the only thing they had- their bodies. But after five years, their teeth and claws were sharp and their bodies in great shape. They ripped through hundreds in the first few hours. The streets now permanently stained with blood, but this time with no Sith scurried out with a bucket to clean it up. Instead that street sweep used a severed limb to splash a fresh coat of red onto the pavement. All humans they came across were killed. The Jeh’dai were not kind, they were not merciful even to the ones they liked. There was no such thing as a good human.
But then came the Blessed and their annoying magics. They were able to gather the human survivors and organize them to fight back. And that was the start of the war that had raged on for three generations now. Vader was now the only descendant of that man who started it all. He never had a name as he had never been given one by his masters. He never knew his sire or mother or any family he may have had. He was thrown into a Sith pit, made to fight and kill his brethren to survive until he was finally bought by a noble to be a guard. But he had never wanted a name either, but he accepted the title he was given. KIng. Their leader. And now Vader stood to inherit that title.
He had been raised with the stories of his ancestors. Of their truths and horrors. He had been raised with songs celebrating their freedom. Even though the fighting still continued, they were free. That pride ran through every Jeh’dai he met. So he trained hard to connect with his animal side and the Force. He connected with the great krayt dragons and took on their traits. His enhanced muscles made him strong and fast. His hands could turn into deadly claws. He had strong senses of smell, sight and hearing. His thoughts moved fast giving him quick reactions and brilliant strategies. When he finally joined the battlefield, he quickly achieved a commanding rank.
They joked and called him the Hero with No Fear. Perhaps that was true, but he had also gotten the dragon’s anger and fury. He wanted to burn the humans down. He was ready to end this war and finally bring peace to his people, especially after their latest betrayal that had cost Vader’s father life. The humans had offered peace talks. This was a normal thing in the decades long war. Sometimes the fighting even stopped for a few years, but it never lasted. Something new would happen like a human would wander too close to Jeh’dai territory and being killed ignited tempers. The war continued again. But at these peace talks, the Coruscanti King Valorum offered a solution. They could have a marriage between the two races, a symbol of unity. Vader’s father, King Basanta or Darth Regium, had agreed as he too was tired of this war.
King Valorum offered up Princess Amidala, a Blessed, and King Basanta offered up his only son, Prince Anakin. Vader was nine at the time, but he would do this. He would carry the honor of his people and make a sacrifice. Humans and Jeh’dai were biologically compatible. They could bear children, though the children were always either a human or Jeh’dai. There were no mixed breeds. He remembered the first time he had seen the princess. She was beautiful. He didn’t know humans could be so beautiful, even more so than a Jeh’dai. She was stunning and he thought her an angel, a mythological type of Jeh’dai said to happen when a woman connected with a holy bird. They were featured in many old tales as benevolent and powerful beings. He knew at once he wanted to marry her and make her his mate.
After the engagement ceremony, there was a feast. It was then the humans attacked, and Vader’s father died protecting him to make sure he made it out alive. Leading the Jeh’dai fell solely on his mother’s shoulders. She was a worthy queen and would have been well celebrated in a time of peace, but she had no talent for war. Luckily her advisors and the council stepped up, and Vader was proud to become a commander and lead troops when he was old enough. One day he would take control and become the supreme commander as was proper for a royal, but he would need more experience before then. He wanted to earn it.
And he was on his way. He led his forces to victory after victory. The war shifted in the Jeh’dai’s favor. Vader had been gifted his Sith name, Darth Vader, a name which he currently preferred. Anakin had been a naive boy who was doe-eyed at some girl. Vader was a hunter. A man whose claws glowed red as he sliced through armor like butter and sunk his teeth into the humans’ neck. He drank their hot fresh blood before jumping for the next one. His current mission had been to lead a fast covert team into the capital city and wreck havoc on their nobles for no place was truly safe for humans. They should not grow at ease even in their own homes. They would be found.
But the Blessed were unexpectedly at the capital, and Princess Amidala herself joined the fray. Her powers quickly overpowered Vader and his squad, and they were captured. The room that had been taken to was large and held ten tables. Each one held a Sith captive. A few were Vader’s men while others had been captured elsewhere. One by one they were taken away and never returned. Only the smell of blood, death, and strange herbs lingered. They were being killed, but for what, Vader did not know. The tables were filled as soon as one became vacant. Vader had yet to be picked to be taken. He did not know if it was purposeful or just blind luck.
The door at the far end of the room opened. People entered. They were loud and smelled. They were the assistants that tended to them. They gave them water and gruel periodically to keep them alive. Two approached Vader with a leather funnel. He clenched his jaw shut. He may be bound to the table, but they were not getting that in his mouth. Bright blinding light filled up his vision as a sharp pain seared into his side. He screamed and the funnel was shoved into his mouth. He thrashed about, but a thick warm liquid rolled down his throat. The funnel was removed and the assistants moved on. He smacked his lips as he rubbed his tongue against his mouth to get the lingering potion off.
The effects quickly kicked in. A burning lust grew and grew in his crotch. His cock hardened and stood rock hard with a weeping tip. Fuck. His entire body burned. He arched his back off the table and squeezed his eyes shut as a wave of need consumed him for a brief moment. He let out a jagged breath as it subsided. He was going into a rut. He was going to have such little control of himself and would fuck whoever or whatever he could. He dreaded thinking about what the humans had in store. A few months back he heard a story over a campfire about a Jed’hai man forced into a rut by the humans. It was worse than any natural rut. The need was irresistible and all consuming. They lost all sense of self. And that was when they given rats.
Vader didn’t know to be relieved or disgusted when human women walked in. They giggled as they walked by and examined each of the bound Sith, who were completely naked with fully erect cocks. They giggled as they ran their fingers up their legs, seeing their eyes glaze over as they arched their hips up. Were these women going to rape them or just toy with them? Vader grit his teeth as he realized he was to be twisted entertainment for humans. Anger boiled up inside of him. He felt his teeth grow sharper and bigger and his nails grow long. He was going to rip them to shreds and feast on their innards.
One of the women approached. She didn’t touch him, but slowly came to stand at the head of the bed next to his face. There was something reserved about her. She hadn’t touched any of the Sith or giggled. She was quiet. Focused. She leaned over and looked down at his face. Vader blinked. Then blinked again. The anger was instantly forgotten. He was shocked. It was her. The angel. His angel. Her brown hair was tied into a bun and she wore a dark red Coruscanti uniform. What was going on? Why was she here? Had they– Her smell hit him and left him momentarily stunned. Oh, that smell, that delicious, delicious smell. Her smell. A delectable smell that caused him to moan and thrust his hips into the air. He needed to fuck. He needed to fuck her! Her smell had intoxicated him. He remembered smelling it at the engagement ceremony ten years ago. It was the same smell. This was her, Princess Amidala. His angel. The one he was to marry and mate.
Yes, mate.
She was his. The humans had agreed to it; so had his father. She was his. They had been sworn together. She was his. He was going to claim her and fill her with his seed and breed her. She was his. His father had died at that engagement ceremony. The humans owed him. She was his. He was going to claim her completely. He was going to fill her with his cock and cum over and over until she was round with his pups. Oh yes, she would give him beautiful pups. Fire raced through him with the hottest part, now boiling lava, was his groin. His cock throbbed and burned. It needed pressure. It needed to fuck. It needed release. The fire burned hotter and hotter.
Vader’s vision went blurry. Every part of him was on fire. His cock, his face, his ass, his tongue, his eyes. His heart. It pounded in his chest. Its beats reverberated and pulled him in. The drumming surrounded him. All he could see was red throbbing to the beat of his own heart. But then he saw something else. Something was out there. Something large and dark with two yellowing glowing eyes. It stood and stretched two large leathery wings. The great krayt dragon. Vader’s heart burned as a surge of power ran through him as he connected to the Force, as his heart became a dragon’s heart. He screamed and broke free of the straps. They had turned black and brittle.
Vader jumped up and squatted as his eyes darted around the room. A gasp pulled his attention to one of the attendants standing at the end of his table. He pounced before she could process another thought. His hand reached out and grabbed the top of her head. He curled his fists, cracking her skull open. He dug his claws into her head and then tossed her to the side. Blood and brain matter dripped from his hand. He immediately turned to a different attendant. She stood two beds down frozen in horror. She still wasn’t sure what was happening, what had she seen. With serpentine grace, he darted forward. His claws slashed cleanly at her throat and down her chest. Her body hadn’t even hit the floor when he jumped at the next one. His sharp teeth dug into throat. He jerked his head back, ripping apart flesh and body. Hot blood sprayed him as she fell limply to the floor.
The smell. It was just a small whiff. He turned sharply on his heel and his golden slitted eyes focused on her. Her sweet smell filled him again. He lowered himself all fours and ran to her. She backed away, but quickly bumped into the back wall. He stopped and stood up to his full height. He towered over her and looked down at her. Her eyes darted to his and down to his massive dragon-enhanced cock. No doubt she could smell his pheromones. Even humans could smell a fully roused alpha. And he could smell her. A wonderful smell like that of an omega. He stepped forward and pressed their bodies together. She was pinned against the wall. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at him. Her large brown eyes trembled in fear. It caused a delicious dark curl of heat to grow inside of him. His cock twitched. He leaned down and put his face next to hers. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath.
Oh. Oh all the stars and moons. She smelled so delectably divine.
He pressed his lips against hers. Blood on his lips smeared against her pink lips. She tried to wiggle away, but his grip held her face tight. He pushed his tongue against her lips, but she did not open. She would need to be trained. His other hand snaked down and grabbed her pussy. She gasped and he pushed his tongue in. He massaged her mound through her clothes while he explored her mouth. She tasted just as good as she smelled. A molten ambrosia. He kissed her over and over again. It was messy, heated, and unapologetic. He kissed her like he was starving, like he needed this to survive. He was relentless. And then he pulled away. Spit and blood trailed out of her mouth and down her chin. Her eyes had a hazy look to them. He smiled knowing his own alpha pheromones were invading her senses. He grabbed her clothes and clawed them open. He ripped them off of her and threw her on the table, the same table he once was bound on. He grabbed her thighs and yanked her ass to the edge of the table. He jammed his head between his legs.
The smell was dizzying. The hunger in his blood, which had been dormant, surged violently awake. Her smell slid into his lungs and settled there, heavy and intoxicating. He pushed his face right up to her pussy. It was slick and warm, aroused by him, an alpha. Though her body trembled in her fear and she gave pathetic little mews begging him to stop. Her hands weakly tried to push up and away, but his grip was too strong on her hips. His fingers, the claws had shrunk back, dug into her skin. He nuzzled her folds and then started to lick. Long licks starting at the bottom, digging deep into her folds, and up over her clit. She gasped. The sound delighted him and aroused him more. His cock fucking ached. He couldn’t wait much more. He dragged his tongue across her pussy. He sucked on her clit, causing her to squirm as heat built up in her unable to resist the biological reaction to him. She kept pleading no and to stop over and over. There was no stopping. She was his. He breathed her heady scent in. Her body wanted this. Her pussy, inner thighs, and his face was slick from her juices. He licked his lips and stood up and looked down at his prize that had been denied to him for too long. He should have claimed her ten years ago. That was how the Jeh’dai did it. They had no shame in fucking. It was a celebrated act. They were in control of their own sexuality after years of enslavement. Generations of being fuck toys. Of being the dirty little secrets behind closed doors or in basements. Of being put up on stage and pointed and laughed at. At bets being taken on who would last the longest. They did sex their own way now. They were proud. They held nothing back. They didn’t hide it. Let everyone see. Even though he had been still a boy at the engagement ceremony, he should have done what his people did. He should have knotted her right there. A true engagement ceremony.
Well it was time to make up for lost time. He grabbed her legs and folded them up to her chest. Her eyes went wide as she realized what was happening. “No– please, no!” He slammed his hips forward thrusting his cock into her with no warning. She screamed and her body thrashed. That only excited him further. He pulled his hips back and then thrust them forward. Again and again. Pushing his big fat dragon enhanced Jeh’dai cock deeper and deeper into her needy cunt. She felt amazing. She was so tight and her pussy walls clenched at his massive girth. Blood smeared his shaft proclaiming her virginity. A primal roar tore out of his throat. He pushed on harder and deeper until she was taking his full length. His big balls swayed and their bodies clapped together. The world faded away as he fully gave in to euphoric insanity. He grunted and moaned. “Fuck,” he muttered. “Fuck!” She felt so good. Molten greed surged through him. She was his! She was his! He had to claim her. He had to fuck her, fuck her tight little pussy, fill her with his seed. She would bear his pups. And once she had her first litter, she would have another and another. He would keep her constantly round his seed. His sweet little omega. His mate.
He growled as all reason left him. He was a pure animal now. The hunger boiled inside him hotter and hotter as the escalation continued to build. He rammed on, mindless and merciless, only seeking his own pleasure and release. This was what humans were for. Perfect little fuck meats and brood mares. It was the Jeh’dai who were the superior race. In every physical way, a Jeh’dai trumped a human. How had they ever fallen to the weak pathetic humans? Never again. Indulgent, reckless, and wild pressure continued to grow. He was close, so fucking close. Sweet madness powered him. He slammed his hips forwards hard and fast and desperate. She felt so good, so amazingly good. He had to fill her up. Pure dominance and greed burned through him that he was desperate to sate. He hammered on until the pressure finally snapped. With a grunt he slammed his hips forward, completing sheathing himself, and came. Pure white bliss exploded in him making him scream as his hips wildly bucked as he pumped her full of cum. He painted her insides white with his seed. Load and after load.
And then his cock started to swell. He pushed himself as deep as he could as his knot grew and locked them into place. His hips continued to gently rock, applying a lovely pressure to his knot and causing him to cum again. He crawled on the table and pinned her body under his. He buried his head into her neck. She was panting heavily and sweaty. Had she come? He didn’t know. He had been too lost to notice. But her pussy clenched and unclenched his knot eagerly milking it. He jerked his hips and came again and he licked along her neck until he found the sweet spot. The mating mark. He bit down, hard, and she screamed. Her body arched off the table, but only pressed into his hard heavy body. A fresh wave of excitement and arousal tore through him. He rocked his hips and came again. Her womb was filled with his cum. He licked her sweet blood from the mark. She writhed and squeezed her eyes shut. She rolled her head side to side, but he clamped down her neck once again. His lips sucked at the spot. It was so tender and warm. Each rub of his tongue, she writhed. Her hips arched and bucked into him. He came again. He could feel his own cum leaking around his knot and down his balls. He reached down with one hand and pressed it against her abdomen. He could feel himself inside of her. His giant cock and knock. He thrusted hard and fast a few more times and unleashed yet another load. Her cunt fluttered around him. Milking him and eagerly taking him in.
Yes. Such a good little omega. He bit down on his mating mark and sucked it, working the skin into a dark red bruise. It would become a lovely dark bruise when he was done. Her scent and taste swirled inside his mouth and he knew his own pheromones swirled inside of her. He could feel the bond knitting them together. He rocked his hips and came again, but he couldn’t stop. No. He kept rutting as the bond solidified. He came again and again. She moaned and screamed. Hands clawed at his back and shoulders. Until finally the bond was complete.
She was his.
She was his!
He leaned his head back and roared with victory. No other could have her now. They would smell him on her. They would know she was taken, and if any dared to consider touching what was his- he would kill them. He would rip their flesh from their still living body and display their skinned husk for all to see. He would accept no challengers to his mate. She was his. Completely. Utterly.
He slammed his hips forward one final time and he unleashed his last load of thick alpha cum. He laid on top of her panting as the knot finally eased away leaving him soft. He pulled out with a squelching sound. He crawled off the table and looked down at her pussy. White cum flooded out and pooled around her ass. Her stomach had a small bulge from how much seed he had put in her.
It was a beautiful sight.